Chapter 2, I was not scared into growing up

Hush hush hush, Weisuo whistled as he urinated on the stunned old man in a green robe, leisurely fastening his belt. "Since you can't do anything, how dare you act so arrogantly? There's no blood of the Fire Earth Dragon, but there is a pot of urine."

The more Wei Suo thought about it, the more he felt like crying without tears, and he casually smashed the broken jar, which he had exchanged for thirteen low-grade spirit stones, onto the ground.

Device... Device spirit? Device spirit leader, for the past two years, I have enjoyed going to Liuxia Alley. You know what Liuxia Alley is, right? It's a brothel, so I've caught a bit of an illness. I estimate that my blood isn't very good to drink...

Although Wei Suo is currently only at the second level of the Divine Sea realm, if he were to fully absorb the spiritual energy from the spirit stones for cultivation, he would need at least six or seven low-grade spirit stones' worth of energy each day. However, he can only afford to use one or two low-grade spirit stones at most each day, leaving him in a state of extreme scarcity of spirit stones for a long time. Even so, after two or three months, he typically ends up with only a dozen or so low-grade spirit stones remaining

... ...

What Wei Su found most unacceptable was that there were two cracks inside this porcelain jar, and a layer of glaze on the outside revealed these two cracks.

The green light unexpectedly coalesced into a three-inch tall old man in a green robe, with a tangle of messy hair and a sharp, monkey-like face, staring at Wei Su while smacking his lips.

"Who wants to drink your blood? Hurry and get me some fire dragon's blood. But looking at your foolish face, if you don't have fire dragon's blood, fire scorpion's blood will do as a substitute," the old man in the green robe scolded impatiently

Ghost!

My thirteen low-grade spirit stones

My thirteen low-grade spirit stones

In the late night, from a small stone house in the west of Lingyue City, the sound of wailing could be heard.

People these days are as shrewd as ghosts. Spirit stones are inherently difficult to earn, and even after acquiring them, one must use them for oneself

Within this humble stone house, there are hardly any decent furnishings. However, on the wall beside the bed hang several portraits of beautiful women in palace attire, all depicting the same young girl. She has a prominent bosom and an astonishingly beautiful face, with skin as white as snow, resembling congealed fat. These portraits are masterfully crafted, bringing the stunning young girl to life, her gaze fluid as if she might step off the paper, and they emit a faint glow, appearing quite valuable. Yet, in these portraits, the area around the beautiful girl's bosom has a slightly grayish hue, as if stained with some dirt.

I... The old man in the green robe was stunned for a long time before he incredulously exclaimed, "You actually dare to urinate on me? You actually dare to urinate on me?"

I ... ... , do you know how powerful I am? If others see me, they will cry and beg for my help, and yet you dare to treat me like this?

Wei Su jumped down from the bed and unfastened his belt

After a round of haggling, Wei Suo purchased this jade jar for thirteen low-grade spirit stones. On the way back, Wei Suo was extremely excited, as even the lowest-tier spirit-level treasure would surely be worth far more than thirteen low-grade spirit stones. However, he was caught in the rain on his way back, and when he took it out at home, the black jade jar had already turned into a gray porcelain jar. The outer layer of the jar had surprisingly melted away, as if it were merely a layer of some kind of resin. Yet again, on the way back, he was caught in the rain, and upon arriving home and taking it out, the black jade jar had already turned into a gray porcelain jar. The outer layer of the jar had surprisingly melted away, as if it were merely a layer of some kind of resin.

If I could, would I still be here wasting so much breath with you? I might as well give you a beating and go find it myself

However, at this moment, Weisuo was directly deceived out of 13 low-grade spirit stones, how could this not cause him pain

Nonsense! I am merely a spirit that helps my master control the ghost-raising jar. Now that the jar is broken, what else can I do? ... Hey, hey, what are you going to do?

These more than ten low-grade spirit stones cannot be used for cultivation yet; they must be kept as capital for conducting some business, in case of unforeseen needs

The reason for such lamentation is that today, when Wei Su was selling ordinary white ferret cubs with black stripes at the free market in the east of the city, he saw a fellow who looked as outdated as his clothes and as simple-minded as his appearance, selling a black jade jar.

A piercing scream erupted in the stone house, causing Weiso to leap onto the stone bed.

The incomprehensible runes on the porcelain jar are not fake, but even if this object is indeed a treasure, it should be rendered useless with two cracks. In any case, Wei Suo has already tried various methods, including channeling true energy, flooding it with water, and setting it on fire. He has tried every possible approach, (except for the rather crude idea of urinating into it) yet this wretched thing remains completely unresponsive.

"Master Qi Ling, weren't you supposed to drink my blood with - Tu - Shu?" Wei Su lowered the quilt that was covering his head, "May I ask you a question?"

You also cannot possess someone else, can you

Even if it is fake, at least use a genuine jade jar. Using a porcelain jar and casually applying something on it, which can even be washed away by rain, is truly disrespectful. At the very least, one should use indelible black balsam for painting black stripes on an ordinary white marten.

"Hurry, hurry, bring some blood to drink." Seeing Wei Su, who was jumping on the bed in fright like a puppet, the old man in the green robe, floating disdainfully above the broken jar, shouted angrily, "What kind of ghost are you? You can't even tell the difference between a ghost and a spirit, yet you keep shouting about ghosts."

What are you doing? Can you still bite me? Come and bite me then

Wei Suo is certainly not the spendthrift beauty from the Yellow Sand Canyon. For a low-level loose cultivator like him, thirteen inferior spirit stones represent a significant sum of money. The two stone-tailed wall lizards he fought so hard to catch, one of which was severely injured and had very few intact parts, together only sold for eight inferior spirit stones.

What is going on? However, what left Wei Su somewhat dumbfounded was that with a loud crash, this seemingly fragile pot, which looked like it could easily be smashed into seventy or eighty pieces, was thrown to the ground by hetushucomcom and surprisingly did not shatter. It appeared to have only gained an additional crack, and astonishingly, the pot even emitted a flash of green light.

"What a joke, you can't even perform a single spell, and what are you controlling? That broken birdcage? You can't do anything, trying to scare me? Am I supposed to be scared? You should go out and ask around; I was already sneaking a peek at beautiful women bathing when I was thirteen." Wei Suo disdainfully rolled his eyes, realizing that this old man seemed unable to even leave the broken cage above.

Hurry, hurry and give me blood

Inside the stone house, there was a constant shouting as if someone had lost their mother. Dressed in coarse blue cloth, the man, who looked quite decent, was none other than Wei Suo, who had recently caught two stone-tailed wall lizards in the Huanglong Mountain's Huangsha Canyon.

After smashing this broken pot into pieces, Weisuo would definitely need to stomp on it seventeen or eighteen times to alleviate the frustration that made him want to bang his head against a wall.

Can you cast spells? I know a place where there are many fire dragons. I can take you there to hunt them, so you can drink your fill

What is the problem

This black jade jar shines with a deep luster, within which lies hidden intricacies. Numerous tiny, ant-like ancient symbols are inscribed, making it appear at first glance to be a formidable magical artifact